blurry love sounds

the weekend a blur of music a blur of love a blur of unrequited requited? passion overflowing and bruising skin and minds. jagged comments, wandering memories, euphoria and the fear of something said. the desire of that left unsaid. friendships won and lost, new people discovered amidst the abyss of beery substance flow and flow until altered worlds abound. pissing in a lane, the taste of vomit on lips, not remembered, a mind adrift. escaping the party to fro and the throng. nothing but an empty road. back to the song and on and on. i feel like i belong. the sound is clear and loud and sharp. yet soft and delicate, the sweet tinkle, a harp. party party. jamming in the sound, people drift in and out, simplicity is found. in the sound, yeah, in the sound. her eyes burn me. arsehole. not true. the friend who puts an arm around another's shoulder. a former friend. is this the end? behind beards lie secret agendas that get twisted and gnarled in the cove of a bender. a woman reclines in the throng between two roaring beasts and their song. the sound of man wanting to belong in the soul body of another's lover. a best friend, was he a brother? it is no one's show, it is a worldly game we play. men don suits and slay and slay. in the midst of the carcass rot is a soul so besot that the world flick flick flcke flke flkrs soso so. oh no, is this love or another passing fancy? another empty road, the darkness, the forbode. do not forsake me now, oh you who see. i do not pray, i know not what you may be. yet you are some feeling that tells me that this might be right. bring the sun, remove the chill from the night. connect me now. please press play. away away away.............